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Hell's Kitchen
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records

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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%


Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%


Category:
Country


Subcategories:
Alt Country, Alternative Americana, Alternative Country, Country, Male Vocal, Roots Rock, Singer Songwriter, Southern Rock


Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man


Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar


BPM:
60


Key:
Em


Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo


Time Signature:
4/4


Lyrics:
Hell's Kitchen

Hell's Kitchen

Well I see you on the bleachers there you're wonderin' if you should
Cause you spent your lifetime thinkin', you were always up to good
But now your days are older and you start to have some doubts
'Cause you've seen them walkin' in, but there ain't no one gettin' out

If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't need to make a fuss
'Cause there's always work for hire, lots of tables here to bus
Like that shady politician who's made lifetimes of despair
Now he sits there in the corner losing all his hair
Or the woman at the side booth she ain't got no mouth at all
'Cause she spent her days a lyin' up till her final curtain call

If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't really need a name
'Cause the waitress won't take credit but you'll ask her just the same

So stay there on your bleachers keep on wonderin' if you should
It's alright to spend your lifetimes thinkin' you were only good
And so your days get longer and you start to have some doubts
'Cause you've seen them walkin' in but there ain't no one gettin' out

If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't need to make a fuss
'Cause there's always work for hire and lots of tables here to bus
Like the man there on the floor, well he's been cheatin' all his life
Now the only thing he sees is the woman he called wife
Or the boy that sits there between us smoking gun still in his hand
Well he took his momma's life, he said she'd never understand

If you come to Hell's kitchen you won't really need a name
Cause the waitress won't take credit but you'll ask her just the same.



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